Midpoint

I have an end-of-the-week deadline to finish up my work for... um... work. This is, of course, provided my reviewed work gets back to me in time.

I was greeted this morning with some of it. Ugh. Edits always make me feel like I've been kicked in the crotch. Oh, they're good edits, but it never feels good.

I just hope I can make the deadline. Friday's gonna be nuts for me.

I'm also trying to finish "Dust of Dreams" so I can loan it to a friend. It's picked up a bit and then wanded off on another "I don't care" tangent.

Just to be clear, I think parts of the story are cool, but most of it is bloated excessively with a lot of unnecessary blathering. Erikson's editor dropped the ball on this book, I think.

A bad habit I've picked up: I keep forgetting to end my sentences with a period. Irritating.

I was perusing Salon this morning. Joe Conason has a really disturbing article about Cheney's support group for "enhanced interrogation". Specifically Marvin Sembler who used to run a group that tortured American teens.

This ties into an Army sergeant who allegedly waterboarded his 4-year-old daughter.

I just don't understand the mindset. At what point did our country start thinking it's okay to torture kids? Was it always like this? Did I just grow up in a rare, sane bubble where that sort of behavior was considered barbaric and wrong? When did sick fuckers like Cheney and Sembler get any kind of credibility in the world instead of being locked up? Was it really always like this?

This crap makes me sick and angry.